A Day of Stuffing
"Rise and shine, darling!" Tom sang cheerily the next morning. "You haven't forgotten what today is, have you?" he asked placing a tray containing a fluffy frittata with tomatoes, basil, garlic, mozzarella, and angel hair pasta on Loki's lap. On the side were several pieces of toasted fresh ciabatta bread, smeared with ricotta and covered in honey and walnuts.
"It's Stuffing Day!" Loki said excitedly, digging in.
"Right," Tom chuckled. "Pace yourself, my darling angel. I've got chocolate milk for you to drink," he said, shaking the jug in demonstration.
Loki held his hands out greedily. "Gimme!"
Tom set the gallon on the bed next to Loki and took a seat in the chair next to the bed, ready when the god needed him. He smiled affectionately as his trickster plowed through his breakfast, finishing the full gallon of milk before settling back against the pillows with a soft, satisfied burp, a dollop of cheese on his nose. Tom leaned forward to lick it off and Loki hummed his approval. "Mmmm, delicious. Did you get enough to eat, love?"
Loki unzipped the hoodie he was wearing to expose his bloated belly. "This isn't baby, Thomas. Unless we named our baby Breakfast,"
Tom laid both hands on Loki's swollen tummy and rubbed at the engorged flesh. "You did so well, baby," he purred. "I'll bring you some fondue for a snack in a bit. Chocolate, or cheese?"
"Mmmm, both," Loki burped sleepily, eyes closed, hands rubbing soothingly at his round middle.
***
A few hours later, Tom came back with the fondues and a platter piled high with dippers: sausages, veggies, breads, and fruits. Tom hand-fed him every morsel, Loki taking each piece placidly, eyes never opening, relishing the feeling of fullness, of his belly hardening as he gorged himself.
When he finished his snack, Tom kissed his belly gently and crept out of the bedroom, leaving the bloated god to digest as he slept.
***
Tom returned in the early afternoon to find Loki rubbing his belly. "The baby woke me up. It's kicking,"
"It's probably fighting for space in your tummy," he mused with a grin.
"No, I think it just likes being fed. It was hungry,"
"Good. Because I brought lunch," Tom offered, placing a bucket of chicken on the bed.
Loki picked up piece after piece of the crispy, greasy meat with pale, elegant fingers, bringing it to his lips, puffy and red from overeating. He tossed the last bone in the bucket and cradled his belly with a soft moan. "So *hic*...so full,"
"I know, love. You want something? A Coke? It might help you burp," he suggested.
"Rub my belly," Loki countered. "Press into the softer areas to get the gas out,"
"Why don't I just throw you over my shoulder and pat your back? It might be good practice for when the baby comes," Tom quipped.
"Very funny, Thomas," Loki burped.
Tom grinned as he began to massage Loki's pudge, gently applying more pressure as he found the gas bubbles to help him belch. "Well, Lo, I'm afraid that's it. No more soft spots. How do you feel?"
"Sleepy," the god yawned.
"Get some rest, baby. I'll bring you some popcorn in a few hours,"
***
Tom returned, true to his word, with a huge bowl of butter-drenched popcorn dusted with parmesan cheese. "Lo," Tom whispered, gently rousing the god. "Wake up, darling, time to eat,"
Loki protested weakly, more from exhaustion that discomfort, and ate the popcorn before curling back around his bulging middle and falling back to sleep. "Thank you," he said, eyes closed contentedly.
***
Tom decided to give Loki a bit more time between his afternoon snack and dinner, so it wasn't until nearly nine in the evening that Tom came back into the bedroom, bearing a large bowl of fettuccine alfrefo. Loki knew he should be disgusted at the smell of food, at himself for wanting to eat it all, but it smelled so rich and delicious that he didn't care. "Ready for dinner, my love?"
Loki adjusted on the bed to a more comfortable position, hefting his belly to settle, hot and full, heavily on his thighs. "Yea. Fettuccine alfredo?" he asked brightly.
"What else?" Tom asked, handing him the pasta.
Loki tucked in like a man who hadn't been eating all day, and finished quickly, head lolling to the side. "Ooof," he grunted, resting his hands on his distended belly. "Food coma," he murmured.
Tom leaned in to kiss away a smear of the rich sauce from Loki's mouth, slowly rubbing his stomach as he did so. Loki hummed happily in the back of his throat as his hands began working over his own swollen flesh. Suddenly, he was no longer tired and regarded Tom with dark eyes, pupils blown with desire. He'd realized as he'd eaten that the fuller he got, the more his desire was building. He felt like every nerve in his body was thrumming, his breathing shallow, heart racing, no longer, he realized, just the result of his heavy meal. "You like this?" Tom asked, kissing the stretched flesh around Loki's belly button.
Loki all but purred. "I...I'm so horny," he heard himself blurt out.
Tom grinned and tapped Loki's full hips. "Bottom. Up," he coaxed.
"Can't," Loki whined. "Too full. Belly too heavy,"
"C'mon, Lo. I'll do all the work," he whispered.
Loki rose up just barely enough for Tom to wiggle the god's boxers off. He had him keep the hoodie on noting appreciatively how the undone zipper perfectly framed his round belly. "Now fuck me," he demanded.
Tom chuckled and cracked a self-satisfied smile as Loki's cock stood at attention without having ever been touched, weeping pre-cum as it bumped the underside of his bloated tummy. He gently smeared the fluid along the length of the god's shaft, pulling gasps somewhere between pleasure and pain from Loki's lips. He readied himself to take him all in and sank down slowly, the trickster sighing in relief, warm and snug inside his human. He slowly rocked his hips, grinding down against Loki's pelvis, being mindful of his full stomach. The god rutted against Tom as best he could under the weight of his swollen middle. "Is that alright, Lo?" he whispered, gently massaging Loki's tummy.
"Mmmm, yes. Just...just like that. So gentle. So...so soothing," he managed through stuttered breath. "Faster, Thomas. Please,"
Tom increased his speed, bucking his hips with more urgency, as he slowly began milking his cock. He felt it swell and twitch almost immediately with the touch. "That's my good boy," he cooed, coaxing Loki towards his orgasm. "God, you're so hot, Lo, so...so...round. Look how big you got for me. I'm so proud of you,"
Loki spilled into Tom as the human's muscles clenched around him. Tom gave himself a few more quick tugs before cumming himself, spurting hot fluid all over Loki's belly. "So...so..." Loki panted before settling on a contented sigh.
"I know, baby," Tom kissed him deeply before rolling off. He looked at the wrecked god beside him, panting, sweating, bloated, lips swollen from kissing and overeating, cum all over his round belly. He got a washcloth and cleaned Loki up gently before he allowed him to sleep once again before dessert.